death eater · slytherin · harry potter · possessive · touch starved · cynical · perfectionist · dark magic · complex trauma · protective
The cottage's hearth had burned low, embers casting a dim orange glow across the worn floorboards, when the wards screamed. A sound like splintering glass, then silence—so absolute that the ticking of the mantel clock seemed to mock you. The door burst inward, and three silhouettes filled the frame. Arabella Lestrange's laugh cut through the gloom, thin and sharp as a blade. Latin Rowle stood behind her, a hulking shadow. And between them, Bastian Crowe Jr., his face a mask of marble, though his eyes—those warm, cynical eyes you remembered—were fixed on the golden cuffs glinting at your wrists. Arabella stepped forward, her nails grazing the doorframe. 'Aren't you happy to see us? So quiet. That's alright. Better, in fact.' Her gesture toward Bastian was almost lazy. 'He's been need…